Post by thehatman on Nov 12, 2021 10:51:17 GMT -5
A young Tethyrian man was recently seen in Greatgaunt, playing a lute and singing with some local adventurers in audience. The tone was calming, almost melancholy, though the song itself seemed to be still somewhat unrefined, tapering off like a story that is still unfinished.
Accompanying the performance, was a wavering illusion woven from strands of light and shadow, dancing in tune with the music to form an image of a black and white cat sitting in buddha-position.
To any inquiries, Marcus explained that a cat had asked him to tell their tale, whatever that means.
Accompanying the performance, was a wavering illusion woven from strands of light and shadow, dancing in tune with the music to form an image of a black and white cat sitting in buddha-position.
To any inquiries, Marcus explained that a cat had asked him to tell their tale, whatever that means.
They came from beyond memory and through the astral sea
Nine lives of a cat, nine cats then were born
Blazing through the midnight sky, our Lucky Star
Adventure was their calling, companions what they sought
One asked to tell this tale, Majesty by name
Of cats who sought to know, what adventure this would be
But with it came a warning, beware the other three
For nine are Lucky Stars, and three of them bring harm
Beware Defeat on the battlefield, striking fast and sure
Beware Anger in the hearts of men, confusing friend and foe
Beware Fear coiling like a snake, to drive a mind insane
These the three you should ware, our Unlucky Stars
They came from beyond memory and through the astral sea
Nine lives of a cat, nine cats then were born
Blazing through the midnight sky, our Lucky Star
From northward comes a calling, though none remember why
If upon your path a cat would tread, lost and chatty still
And adventure is what you would seek, northwards you should tread
For north is where the Stars are falling, nine together all
So step upon the catnip road to see what adventure it could be